Was cutting a loaf of bread
Made of sourdough
The knife slipped and point first
Pierced my hammer toe
Lordy was there blood
It was a veritable flood
Grabbed a paper towel
And down to the floor I went
The towel was quickly soaked
As the flow was quite persistent
Holding the toe in the soaked towel
I inched my way to the table
Where I pulled down a week’s supply of
napkins
And tried to make things stable
To make a long story short
I eventually brought the flow to a stop
And in the future won’t be cutting sourdough
With my foot in a flip-flop
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